Nick Amaro x Reader
Request: Nick amaro request please!! You’ve recently moved in next door and don’t know much about him until one day you desperately need help and have nobody else to go to.
Warnings: Swearing
The box said ‘easy installation’. Youtube said it was a quick 5 minute job. Google said you were doing all the steps right and it should be working. So why wasn’t it? Turns out replacing a shower head (who knows what was growing in the one the apartment came with) was /much/ more difficult than you thought it was going to be.
Really, you didn’t understand! For some reason the hose part just wasn’t connecting to the wall part without major leakage, you were getting fed up.
“Son of a –” frustrated, unable to get the goddamn thing unscrewed you finally gave up and tugged. Surprisingly the cheap-plastic-easy-set-up-lying-piece-of-garbage-shower-head wasn’t the thing to go.
Oh no. You weren’t that lucky, it was the actual wall part. It happened so fast you didn’t even have time to register the piece breaking from the wall and you falling backwards from your perch of either foot on each side of the tub (so you could reach the shower head of course), but there you were; sitting at the bottom of the tub with the shower head in your hand and water pouring down on you.
“Mother fucker!” You cursed elbowing the wall hard as you scurried to stand up. You cursed again before taking a moment to find you balance. You didn’t smack your head thank god but your tailbone was most certainly going to feel it in the morning. Water was still pelting you and you realized quickly that it was spraying out all over the bathroom.
“Shit, shit, shit” you chanted as you jumped from the tub and shut the curtain. Broken appliances weren’t your forte, and the only reason you’d attempted to even change that thing yourself is because now that you were on your own you didn’t have your old roommate at your beck and call for handy jobs. You grabbed your phone from the counter and opened google not pausing to feel foolish.
You could use a handyman about now.
knock knock
Your head jerked up from your phone and you cursed again before quickly making your way towards the door, dripping water as you went. You reach your door and flipped the peep hole up glancing out.
You were genuinely surprised to see the concerned face of your neighbor. You didn’t know too much about him, only that he was a detective or something and he spoke spanish; and you only knew the later part because you overheard him on his cellphone the other morning when you were both leaving. He smiled at you as he continued to speak to the other line. He /did/ have a nice smile.
While you stood dumbfounded like a soaking wet idiot his concern grew before he knocked again- harder this time.
“Ms. Y/L/N, are you alright? I heard you yell.” Oh, shit. You took a quick step back and wretched the door open, surprising him slightly as he froze with his hand up to knock again.
Nick dropped his hand and looked at you standing there with wet hair, old faded college t-shirt soaked through and dripping drops onto hardwood floor. Your brows were knit together in obvious frustration and disary and yet Nick still found you extremely charming.
“Are you alright?” He asked and you felt your cheeks flush.
“I’m – fine.” Nick looked at your wet shirt and smirked slightly.
“I didn’t think it rained today.” You laughed, barely, but you laughed feeling some of the stress leave.
“I, uh, pulled my shower head. From the wall.” You admitted albeit sheepishly, but you knew you wouldn’t be fixing this yourself anytime soon. It was Nick’s turn to laugh.
“Have you turned it off?” He asked and you huffed a slightly frustrated sigh, trying not to give him the satisfaction of cracking a smile. So her incredibly handsome neighbor was funny, too? Maybe you did need a handyman.
“No I didn’t turn it off.” One hand going to your hip and you looked back into those pretty brown eyes. He’s still smirking.
“D’ya know where the cut-off valve is?” He asked and you mentally cursed yourself for not thinking about that sooner. Of course there had to be a cut-off valve… somewhere.”
“Well. No.” Finally the smirk broke into a smile.
“I could show you, same place in every apartment.” You stepped back immediately glancing towards your bathroom door and nodding.
“Please, before I need a boat to get to my toilet.” Nick walked past you and into the apartment. You were still unpacking a bit so some boxes remained but for the most part it was cozy, and you were settling in fine. Papers and books and a few mugs sat out on the flat surfaces of your living room making it lived it.
Nick walked down the hallway and stopped at your hall closet opening the door. He moved the towels from the shelf and placed them on the floor, revealing a grey metal door. You stood behind him, peeking over his shoulder slightly and watching, for future possible incidents. Nick opened the door and flipped the valve labeled water and your jaw sagged.
“Are you serious?” Nick laughed, “It was that easy?” Nick smirked, closing the metal door and replacing your towels for you.
“Actually, you should have turned it off before you even started messing with the shower.” He informed you and you frowned making a small ‘ah’ sound. “How broken is it?” Nick asked nodding towards your bathroom as if it ask permission.
You waved your hand towards the bathroom,
“I have really no clue, and so far you’ve been a lot more help then google.” Nick lead you into the bathroom and picked the shower head up from where you’d discarded it when he knocked, laughing.
“Unfortunately for you, this is gonna take more than just a valve.” You groaned.
“Guess I’ll put in a maintenance request. Thank you, really.” You put your hand out for the head, smiling, “I would have spent at least another 15 minutes trying to google solutions before I found that box.” You laughed. Nick didn’t hand you the shower head.
“Maintenance takes forever in this building, you can’t go without a shower.” What was he offering. “I can text you a few parts, and if you pick them up I’d be happy to fix it for you.”
“Oh, Nick, you don’t have to do that.” Though I wouldn’t mind watching you do it. He shook his head.
“Really it’s no trouble, not all that difficult. And I like doing things with my hands.” You blushed and he flushed slightly before giving you a much shyer grin then the ones before, making you smile back.
“You wanna text it to me?” You asked and the shy grin turned confident once more.
“Only if you wanted to give me your number.” He offered and you smirked.
“Give me your phone.”
Awww…
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